I know you do not likethe way I write moments,how they grow into some kind of magicyou do not always recognise.I know you think things are simplerand it is enough to simply sayhow things are – like this bed,its large spread, the colour of tulips;I know you will say, isn’t it magic enoughthat we fall asleep in the tangle of fingers,that we sometimes dream a single dream.

Kei Miller

Thank you, Kei.

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